Devil in the Details -- Ghost Hunting

S.P.A.T.S. drove down the old dirt road. Finally a real ghost area. Victor knew if he stuck it out, something would finally come his way. Now he had some kind of ‘real’ evidence. Not only was it the guy who owned the property, but also a few police officers. Of course a couple of the local college guys were willing to testify. Victor had learned quickly that he couldn’t really trust them.

When he’d made the team he always wanted to keep it small like the ones on TV. And since they all had anagrams, he felt like that and thought scientifically proving and tracking spirits was a great moniker. But people instantly changed the anagram to stupid people annoying the spirits. They mocked his and his friends' exploits wherever they posted any of their findings. Always poisoning the well and calling them crazy. Victor didn’t mind the criticism too much. But he knew if even half of it had gotten to Tyler, he’d be out of ‘star.’ He by no means was as attractive as anyone on TV. Though compared to most ghost hunters all the female one seemed to appreciate his slim waist, descent musculature and square jawline.

“You sure this is the real thing?” Tyler asked. “We’ve already been on a half of dozen of these and haven’t found anything.”

“It should be. You really think a guy like that would lie about something like this?” Even Victor didn’t realize just how much of an absolute giant their current client was. The client’s thick burly frame looked more like he’d try punching the ghost instead of running away from it.

“No,” William spoke up, “but he didn’t exactly seem scared either. How do we know he’s not going to try to fake something so this building can be certified haunted?” William always had to be the voice of reason. He adjusted his glasses as he went back to reading on his tablet.

“Who wants their property to be certifiably haunted?” Victor tried to play it off.

“Someone who’s doing a haunted house on it…” William passed his tablet forward with a website that had the address they were currently going to on it. “It makes sense. Even if it’s us, they can post the tagline all over the promotional material.”

“Well... “ Victor stalled. He wanted to think of some kind of retort, but didn’t have one. “He still paid us. So we might as well go check it out.”

----------

Their van pulled up to the property just a few hours before sunset. It’d give them enough time to actually set up. Tyler just sat in the driver’s seat, turned sideways scrolling through his feed while Victor and William set up their cameras around the premises. Of course they’d have to try to prove that no one snuck on the property while they were investigating as much as prove the there was actually an entity there.

Victor strolled around the property looking for anything that might have been out of place. Setting up the cameras always took a while and he had to make sure it was done right. There weren’t any lights in the building and the sun had nearly set. It’d be a moment before the moon started to rise up. He opened up the big door to the main factory style building and stepped inside. Harsh shadows filled the old dusty room. It was obvious a lot of people had been through, though the footprints walking in didn’t seem to match the ones walking out.

“We’ll need a couple of cameras in here. Barton says the entity always appears in the center of the room.”

“And we’re just going to believe him?”

“No, that’s what the cameras are for,” Victor said. He took a deep breath as William’s less than enthusiastic attitude was really starting to get to him. But there was no way Victor could lose him, or else he’d lose all the equipment too. “And I guess look for trap doors too. Just in case.”

William shook his head, but went walking around the area. When he went towards the center of the room, a chill ran through his entire body. “Victor?” he said. His body refused to take another step forward.

“Yeah?”

“Do you… Do you feel that?”

The air in the room shifted. It was stiffer. Harder to breath. And a distinct chill was there. “Fuck… Is it for real?!” Victor celebrated. “C’mon! Let’s go get the cameras on!” He sprinted around the van and to the control station, flipping every switch up to make sure that every camera was rolling.

“Got something?” Tyler asked. He’d walked around from his seat and held onto the open door of the van.

“I think so. Will, what do you think that was?” Victor asked. He looked over his shoulder. “Will?”

Tyler let out a chuckle. “You were the only one who came out dude.”

Victor spun back around to look into the cameras. He could see William standing near the center of the room, staring at something. Yet nothing was showing up. Victor grabbed the headphones and held them tightly against his ear. Static filled the silence, but he could have sworn he heard the word, ‘want.’

Then William spoke. “You’re some kind of demon, aren’t you?” There was static again. “I knew it… So what’s the catch?” Static. “That all? Then yeah. Let’s make a deal. I want to be the star. I want people to want to watch specifically me because I’d be so hot. That it’d double the ratings double cause I’m on it.” Static. “Anything. Fuck you can have whatever you want.”

“What the fuck?” Victor hit the screen as he watched the cameras located inside the building started to malfunction. The image twisted around. It was already hard enough to see with the nightvision, but now it was near impossible. But in the center stood William. And Victor couldn’t help but think something was different about him. He looked bigger.

“Come on!” Victor hopped out of the van and ran back for the front door. He’d tapped Tyler on the shoulder to bring him along. They pushed with all their might and just barely got the large metal doors open. But the moment they stepped inside, they slammed shut. “Shit… Shit… Shit…”

“Dude…” Tyler tapped him back trying to get his attention.

Victor turned around and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The small bookish technical guy was growing before him. His slim build was bulking up to an insane degree. There was no way his clothes could contain the growth. They ripped and tore over his growing arms and chest. William even went so far as to tear them from his body. The strong confident smile he had showed just how proud of his new size he was.

“Sup,” William’s deep voice carried through the large open space. He walked with more of a strut as his thighs were touching each other. Or maybe it was to make sure not to crush the massive dick and balls between them. With each step more and more of his shoes tore from his feet, yet William’s stride didn’t slow in the slightest.

“DUDE!” Tyler shouted. “Look at how big you got! Shit!” he walked around the massive man. As he did so a black t-shirt stretched around his wide shoulders and went down around his slimmer waist. It fit perfectly to his body, still showing off each of his firm muscles. It was the same thing as blue jeans wrapped around his thick thighs all the way down to his feet. But instead he had brown flip flops instead of shoes.

“You like?” William flexed his arm.

“Jeez! You’re so fucking big dude! Like one of those guys on TV. I’d love to be as big as them. Hell… Bigger,” Tyler smirked. He’d always had a lean athletic build. Descent sized pecs with arms that could hold a medium shirt. But getting bigger took a lot more dedication than he was willing to give. “Man… Then maybe I’d have more than those ugly bitches after me.”

“Yeah?” William nodded his head. “You want to bigger?”

“YEAH!”

“Stronger?”

“YEAH!”

“Dumber?”

“Ye-yeah!”

“Have so many people lusting after your hot bod?”

“Hell yeah!”

“And what are you willing to give up?”

Tyler took a second to think about it. “Anything,” he answered.

“Good boi,” William pat him on the shoulder.

Instantly the look in Tyler’s eyes changed. There was already very little there, yet somehow the light had gone completely off. He looked dazed, a little confused but his eyes widened making him look a little more innocent. “Oh Gawd,” he lisped. “I feel so good.” His voice was distinctly more femmine. It was something he’d made fun of just about every guy he’d ever met who didn’t ‘speak like a man’ yet the distraction with his growing size seemed to take priority.

And grow he did as his lean muscular build bulked up considerably. Every bit of him started bulging outwards. His shoulders widened while his chest pushed far out in front of him. Two heavy pecs that he couldn’t look over filled his line of sight while a six pack formed over his roid belly. “Ooooo… So sensitive,” he teased one of his perky small nipples with his finger. “I’m just so horny… Why am I… Sooooooooo horny?”

“Because, master wanted to take some of your self control. Same with your inhibitions. And any kind of standards that you held for yourself. Just seeing a guy turned on by you gets you turned on.”

“A guy?” Tyler questioned. But when he looked over at Victor, the dumbest smile filled his face. His massive hands went down to his dick and rubbed the small but sensitive member. “Oh goodie!”

“What?!” Victor took a step back. “I’m not gay!” But he couldn’t directly deny that he was incredibly horny right now. Something in the air seemed to be turning him on.

“Oh? Then is that just a pickle in your pocket?” Tyler playfully asked. He trotted over to Victor. His large body bouncing with each step. But the moment he flexed one of those muscles it stayed perfectly still. “Hmmmm?”

Before Victor knew it, Tyler was down on his knees fiddling with the other man’s pants. Tyler’s big fingers weren’t as nimble as they had been but with a little bit of effort he was able to get them open. “He-hey!” Victor tried to push away but not very hard. His average sized dick plopped out of his jeans and Tyler engulfed it.

The rod went straight to the back of Tyler’s throat while his soft lips slid across them. A cheeky smile filled the massive man’s face as he twirled his tongue over the hard rod inside him. Victor’s tense body relaxed at the sensation.

“Pretty good. Right?” William asked. He’d somehow snuck up behind Victor. His big meaty hands were sliding down the other man’s less than defined torso. Victor wasn’t exactly fat, but he knew that most of his weight wasn’t muscle eight. At 190ish pounds he just had a decent belly on him. “But we can make it better…” He whispered into Victor’s ear.

“Be-better?” Victor’s mind was torn as he felt his cock throb. It felt like he was about to release but Tyler had changed something that made him almost completely stop.

“Uh-huh,” William’s calm soothing voice lulled him into safety. His strong hands held him tightly against his strong body. “All you have to do is tell me what you want.”

“But--”

“No buts,” William kissed the nape of his neck while Tyler was still busy working with him. Victor’s head was so confused by lust that he couldn’t think straight at all. Only about what he wanted.

“I want to be tougher. Someone who people look at and they don’t want to mess with. Strong and confident.”

“Is that all?”

“Ye-yeah.”

“And what are you willing to give.”

Victor grunted.His mind whirled and twirled thinking about what he was willing to give up. Just feeling Tyler’s soft lips around his cock was enough to almost make him cum, yet the man knew how to stop him. Victor’s pants pooled around his ankles. He felt William’s grip tighten.

“Don’t worry. Master will take care of us,” William said. His hard cock pressed against Victor’s asshole. It puckered at the sensation. William pushed a little harder and it slid right in. “That’s a good boi…”

“Oh God…” Victor cried out as the pleasure overtook him. He’d never once thought about men this way. His body just seemed to enjoy it. So why couldn’t he just give up some of his heterosexuality. Besides, was it really gay to be with guys this hot? The moment he’d seen William, his body had craved this interaction, even if his mind was telling him otherwise.

William pushed in more. Each inch split the other man open, but acted as though it’d been there several dozen times. He could feel Victor’s body reacting more and more to the sensation. All the while his body was changing.

The blond hair that Victor had been so desperately trying to keep while it was receding shaved down to the scalp. His perfectly round skull contrasted his incredibly square jaw. His eyes tightened almost to a constant glare. He let out a deeper grunt. Deep brown hair filled that strong jawline and made its way up his hands feet.

His hands grew rough as calluses formed on the palms. They were working man’s hands. And the same was with his muscles that they tightened onto his form. Thick and powerful, just not as cut or defined as William or Tyler. He needed to move around. Lift more than just weights in the gym.

Two strong pecs grew across his chest, coated in a dense fur. That fur went over his less than perfectly defined abs. He didn’t care all that much about winning some competition. His body was functional. And enough people complimented him on his strong presence, it seemed dumb to do much else.

Though he wasn’t all that smart either. He’d have to rely on William for that. “Oh fuck…” he grunted again. William’s dick pressed up against his prostate. He gripped the arms around him, holding them tightly. But the sensation was too much. He felt his hips buck and ride the cock like a wild bull. Over and over, his ass pounded the cock for him while his own slid in and out of Tyler’s mouth, filling the hungry porn star for all the cum he could take.

“God damn!” Victor celebrated as he felt himself come down from his high. There was more of a southern drawl in his voice. “Y’all seem ta get better each time!”

“Can’t say that I do it alone,” William said. He slid himself out of Victor’s ass.

Victor turned around, measuring them again. “Seems like ya get bigger every time I see ya.”

“Something like that,” William had a confident smile on. He watched the red and black flannel shirt appear over Victor’s thick muscular shoulders. Most of the buttons were buttoned, but the top two stayed open to show off his wife beater and hairy chest. He reached down to his cowboy boots and pulled up his jeans over his six and a half inch cock. Not nearly as big as what William was packing but nothing he was ashamed about either.

Victor looked around the large building. “Think we mighta gone and gotten ourselves a bit distracted.”

“Nothing that I don’t like,” Tyler finally stood up from his kneeling position.

“Think it’s haunted?”

“Course it is,” William bent over and stuck his fingers in the cum that Tyler had shot out. “Look at all this ectoplasm. It’s all over the place.” He joked. Tyler took it upon himself to suck on the fingers that William had used. He smiled up at William, clearly wanting more. William slowly pulled his fingers out. “Let’s go tell Barton.”